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Finally!!! I'm soooo happy their relationship is moving forward and I love how dopey they are for one another 🥰🥰

Also, fckin hot 🔥

Good For You

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3,363 Summary: Steve helps you through your heat, and you've never felt so safe...or so happy. Warnings: A/B/O AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Sassy/cranky!Homeless!Reader. Vaginal fingering. Praise. Unprotected sex. Oral sex (f receiving). Multiple orgasms. Lots of soft feels. Eye contact, too. And fluff! We have fluff, my good hoes!!! 🥹

A/N: I think this part makes up for last installment’s mean clithanger, if I do say so myself 😌

The simple act of Steve touching your hips and gently smoothing his palms up your sides was like a balm to your overwrought body.

You whined in relief as the agony that had been needling within you all day long finally eased up. Your head hung between your shoulders as you eagerly shoved back against Steve, silently begging for more.

His hands found your bare breasts next and gently tested the weight of you, a deep, husky rumble shaking his chest as you mewled and desperately pressed yourself further into his intimate touch.

You felt him shift closer, the heavy weight of his hard cock pressing against the curve of your ass, but it was the surprise touch of his lips against your shoulder that had you moaning.

All you wanted was to feel him inside of you, filling you up and leaving no room for the pain that had been wracking your poor body for hours upon hours now.

So when Steve breathed out a throaty, “Wait,” and pulled you up from your hands and knees, you wailed in despair.

“Nooooo,” you nearly sobbed, glaring at him fiercely as he turned you to face him and swept you up against his firm torso.

His smile wasn’t smug or teasing, but soft and so so warm as he lifted his hands and gently cradled your face between them.

“I’ll take care of you, omega, I promise,” he breathed, his thumbs caressing along your cheeks as he reeled you closer. “I just need…”

Your irritated gaze met his dark, fond one a second before his lips found yours, and it was another simple touch that had all of your frustration and anger instantly vanishing as Steve kissed you with the kind of passion and desire you had never felt before.

You melted against him, trying your best to keep up with every eager press of his lips against yours. And when he licked his way into your mouth with a groan that had your pussy fluttering, you whimpered, sagging against him more heavily as he drank from your mouth like it was his sole purpose for existing.

When Steve finally pulled away, you were both panting, and when he caught sight of your dazed expression, a boyish grin stole across his face. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a very long time.”

“God, you’re such a sap,” you huffed in response, but there was no real bite to your words, and your lips even twitched a little when Steve barked a laugh before pulling you in for another steamy kiss.

Suddenly, a stab of agony lanced through your body and you whined pathetically against Steve’s lips. Sagging against him, you panted, “Please fuck me now before I lose it.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve murmured against your lips, stealing another fleeting kiss before he pulled away.

Relief once again rose within you as he gently maneuvered you until you were back on your hands and knees before him.

“I need you to know that you can stop this at any time,” Steve told you as he shifted closer.

“Not if you don’t actually start,” you snapped, turning to glare at Steve over your shoulder. “Shelf your gentlemanly ways, Hercules, and let your feral alpha out to play because I need you to fuck me right now goddamnit.”

Your eyes went wide as a soft snarl rose up from Steve’s throat, and you watched as his eyes went nearly black with lust as his gaze met yours. He shoved against you so suddenly, you squeaked, and when his big hand landed a solid smack against your pussy, you moaned.

A beat later, two of Steve’s gloriously thick fingers eased into your cunt, deep enough to make you keen. You were already rocking against his hand when he curled over your back, his warm chest heating your skin as his lips found the shell of your ear.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, omega, maybe I’ll put it to good use later.” He chuckled as you clenched around his fingers and shoved into his touch with a hmph.

Your body felt so hyper aware as Steve’s free hand touched the small of your back, warming the skin there as his fingers began to move, sliding in and out of your pussy at a rhythm that was somehow both gentle to ease you into it, but firm enough to give you relief.

It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. You had been in agony for hours while you waited for Steve to return home from work, so at this point, even feeling good wasn’t helping.

You just needed the hurt to stop.

Registering how tense you were, Steve smoothed his free hand over your hip to palm your belly. You felt his chest vibrate with a soft alpha purr as he urged you to, “Let it feel good, omega.” As your body began to go more pliant, he praised you, “Yeah, there you go. You deserve to feel good.”

You whined in response without meaning to–your inner omega rising to the surface for a beat–and your face instantly heated at how fucking pathetic and needy you were. “Stop messing with my head,” you snarled.

“I’m not trying to mess with your head, I just want you to feel good and loosen up for me,” Steve assured you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before doing the same to the other. “And I want to be good to you, too, sweetheart.”

Even as you shuddered at his soft kisses–and softer declaration–you hmphed at him.

“It’s okay,” you could hear the smile in Steve’s voice as his fingers slipped from your cunt and swirled around your clit before moving away entirely. “I’m sure I can turn off that beautiful brain somehow.”

A sassy response was on the tip of your tongue, but it instantly vanished as you felt Steve’s cock catch against your entrance. Your breath hitched as he started to push inside you, and then you choked on another whine as you felt the hard, thick length of him slowly start to fill you up.

You moaned long and loud as your needy body greedily swallowed inch after inch of Steve’s impressive cock. By the time he was buried to the hilt and groaning behind you, you were embarrassingly close to cumming and trying like hell to stem your release and not come off as a total chump.

“Remember, let it feel good,” Steve suddenly whispered against your ear. His fingers gently rubbed circles against your clit, and just like that, you were cumming.

You gave a wordless cry of ecstasy as pleasure rushed through every inch of you. Your body rejoiced at the blissful onslaught–the feeling so foreign but amazingly euphoric–as you trembled and mewled and clenched hard around Steve’s cock.

“Good girl,” Steve breathed against your warm cheek, his fingers still strumming at your clit as you turned your face and gave him a side-stink eye. His grin was boyish before he kissed your scowl away, his hips finally starting to move in shallow ruts as he told you, “Stop thinking so much and trying so hard to be strong. You don’t need to be strong with me, omega. No fronts. No armor. You’re safe to let go with me, I promise.”

Blinking back the sudden burn of tears, you turned away from Steve, sinking down to rest your cheek on your stacked hands as you grumbled, “You talk too much, Hercules.”

Steve huffed a laugh, giving your hips a gentle squeeze as he teased, “I don’t really think you mind all that much.”

And then he really started to move.

You couldn’t muffle your wispy sigh of relief as Steve’s hips started to push and pull, his cock filling you up over and over again as your pussy fluttered and clenched, pulsed and gripped.

“Mmmm, you feel so good, just like I knew you would,” Steve moaned, his fingers curling into the flesh of your hips just a little bit harder as he picked up his pace.

When he shifted his angle slightly, you couldn’t help the cry of carnal delight that escaped your lips on his next thrust, your body lighting up from the inside out as you eagerly shoved back into the next surge of his hips.

“More!” you demanded breathlessly, your insides winding tight and your face overheating as you listened to the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the wet squelching of your soaked pussy rising up all around you. “Fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Steve’s fingers were back on your clit, rubbing relentlessly as he fucked you with abandon now. “Cum for me, omega,” he rumbled.

And you did.

Your body clenched hard as your second orgasm crested, and then you were crying your release as another round of bliss flooded your veins in a hot, sinful rush that had you panting Steve’s name and moaning into the sheets.

Steve waited until your pussy stopped its wild fluttering before he pulled out of you, and then he was flipping you over and outright grinning at your startled yelp and fierce glower.

“Let’s see if I can wipe that stink eye from your face, trouble,” he winked at you.

That was all the warning you got before he sank onto his stomach, yanked you against him, and tossed your legs over his shoulders as he buried his face in your cunt.

“Oh fucccck!” you squealed as he tongued up your messy slit before sucking your clit into his mouth. “Jesus Christ, Hercules, give a girl some warning–” your words peaked into another keen as you came yet again.

You moaned wordlessly as you rutted against Steve’s face, riding out your orgasm as you sank your hand into his soft, blonde hair and gripped hard enough to make him groan into your folds.

Once your body sagged back against the bed, completely boneless, Steve hummed in approval, spreading your legs as wide as possible with a hand planted on each of your thighs. He took his time lapping up your release, and once he spread your folds apart with his thumbs and started to tongue at your clit, your hand was back in his hair as you gently rocked your hips in a silent invitation for more.

Steve gave it to you, eating you out like the champion pussy eater you were learning him to be. He even added his fingers into the mix, so your greedy cunt had something to clamp around the next time your body rattled with another toe-curling orgasm.

It was a testament to how blissed out you were, that you were uninhibitedly smiling like a dope when Steve rose up from between your thighs and carefully stretched out over your body. His eyes were twinkling, and warm, as he sank against you, and you limply raised a hand to pat his rosy cheek.

“I like your mouth so much better when it yaps less and laps more.”

At your cheeky grin, Steve couldn’t help but laugh. The warm, happy sound had something deep inside your chest fluttering to life. You felt both outside of yourself and so avid in your concentration as your grin softened and your touch shifted from cupping Steve’s smooth cheek to your fingers gently tracing along his face.

He really was obnoxiously attractive–the picture of perfection–made all the more beautiful by the way he was looking at you right now.

Like he was thinking the same exact thing about you.

The very thought made part of you want to flee and another part of you–a part you had a suspicion was your dopey inner omega–want to bask in his attention and care of you for as long as possible.

You willingly leaned into that latter part of you for once, your fingers trailing along Steve’s bottom lip as you hitched up your leg and curled it over his hip, tugging him closer and opening yourself up to him all at once.

“More,” you murmured, not waiting for Steve to fulfill your request but instead reaching between your bodies and gripping his still hard cock yourself.

Your gazes locked as you dragged his tip along your center. There was something so ridiculously hot–and so painfully intimate–about gazing into each other's eyes as you yourself guided Steve’s cock back to your entrance and lined him up just right.

He dipped close suddenly, kissing you in a way that was as sinful and intimate as everything else about this moment. Then he tilted his hips and slid into your body with ease, filling you up and completing you all at once, like this–deep inside of you, a part of you–was where he was meant to be all along.

This time around, neither of you talked. But you did keep your gazes locked, and while that act itself felt more vulnerable than the actual sex, it made everything about being with Steve here and now even more intense.

Before long, you were right on the precipice of blissful release once more. Giving a soft keen, you clung to Steve, arching up against him and writhing as your body toed the line of ecstasy with each surge of his hips.

His lips found yours again, soft and languid as they worked against your own. Steve was unhurried in his tasting of you, like it was less about kissing and more about savoring.

It was the way he watched you so intently–so clearly taken with you and as lost to his own pleasure as you were to yours–that had you cumming for a final time with a sharp cry against his kiss-swollen lips.

Steve groaned as your pussy clenched around his cock, pulsing and fluttering and driving him right over the edge to his own release. He gasped against your lips, his eyes dazed as they met yours.

You fluttered all over again as you felt his cock throb inside of you, felt the way his hips desperately rutted and pumped as he filled you up with his cum. His forehead dropped to yours, his lips hovering just above your own as he panted his pleasure and gave a final thrust before his alpha knot was expanding.

Your gazes were still fixed on one another as your bodies joined in a new way now. Your inner omega was so joyfully sated while you yourself were in an almost delirious state of awe.

That you were here right now with Steve, that not only had the sex been incredible, but he had taken such good care of you first and foremost. That it could actually feel good to be an omega, to be with an alpha, to give yourself to another in the most vulnerable way possible.

That you didn’t want this to end. In fact, you wanted to experience it all over again, with Steve.

“You okay?” His soft voice pulled you from your thoughts, and the way his brows were knit in concern as he caressed your cheek with his knuckle had your insides swooping.

For once, sass escaped you entirely, especially as you realized how thoroughly exhausted you were–but not in a bad way.

In a really, really good way.

You nodded, your eyes drooping heavily between blinks before staying shut altogether. As you drifted closer and closer to sleep, you weren’t even mad or ruffled at all when a soft, happy chirp worked its way up your throat and past your lips.

Vaguely aware of the way Steve gently petted your head and pressed a kiss to your cheek, you didn’t stubbornly force yourself to stay awake or be on high alert when what your body really needed–and so desperately wanted–right now was rest.

Because you knew that you were safe here with Steve, that he would continue to take care of you–especially in your vulnerable heat state–and he would be here waiting for you when you awoke, once again ready and willing to give you whatever you needed.

You slept long and hard and straight through until the next morning.

Then, as you predicted, Steve was right there beside you, ready to take care of you in any way you needed to get you through your heat as painlessly–and as pleasurably–as possible.

A few days later, finally on the other side of it, you could honestly say that it was the best heat you had ever experienced. You had a sneaking suspicion that Steve knew it too, if his soft, dopey smile was any indication.

You rolled your eyes as you glanced up from your half-eaten breakfast plate and caught Steve softly smiling at you again.

The return of your stink eye as you glared at him had him biting back a smile as he sat next to you at the dining table. He happily dug into his own breakfast for a few moments before his eyes lifted again and landed on you.

“I can get you suppressants from the hospital, if you want,” he offered out of nowhere.

You finished chewing, arching an eyebrow at him as he watched you, awaiting your response. “That’s very generous of you considering you were such a benefactor of my heat.” Outwardly, your lips tilted into a smirk as inwardly, insecurity rose up within you. “Is this your way of trying to let me down gently? Did I not perform to your sexual standards, Hercules?”

Steve’s eyes went wide, his mouth gaping for a moment before he quickly shook his head. “No, god! You were incredible. Beautiful. These last few days have been…amazing.”

There was such an obvious and unrepentant tinge of awe to Steve’s voice, that all of your doubt and insecurity instantly melted away. Beyond amused now, you watched him bluster and blush, trying to compliment you–and genuinely so–without being gross about it, considering you had just spent the past few days fucking like rabbits.

“I just…” he sighed, taking a breath to steady himself. He set his fork down and hesitantly reached for your free hand, covering it with his own as his earnest eyes met yours. “I want you to feel like you have options, and that you have everything you need to make the decisions that feel best for you.”

You didn’t respond right away, but you also didn’t pull away from Steve’s gentle touch as you nibbled on some more of your food. From the corner of your eye, you saw him shift in his seat, in impatience or concern, probably, so you finally put him out of his misery by releasing a long sigh and lifting your gaze to his.

”You know,” you started, your eyes flickering away as you continued, “Coming here, to you, for my heat, that was my decision.”

For some reason, your admission had you feeling shy, and then immediately cranky about it. The fact that you could see a beaming smile split Steve’s lips from your periphery didn’t help, it just made you huff before you shoveled more food into your mouth.

After a long moment of silence, Steve spoke again, his voice tinged with something different now–the type of playful teasing that had your belly somersaulting–as he asked, “So…did I perform to your sexual standards or—“

“Stop fishing,” you glared at him.

Steve grinned in return, that roguish, boyish grin that you had only just discovered, that reminded you of things much less innocent than eating breakfast together.

“You’re still here, so I’ll take that as a good sign,” he hummed, looking not so much smug as chuffed.

You rolled your eyes, muttering, “Speaking of my decisions, right now, I’m deciding whether or not to dump my plate in your lap.”

Steve gave a surprised bark of laughter at your threat, throwing his head back and grabbing at his chest.

You couldn’t help but peek up at him to witness his utter joyous delight, feeling chuffed yourself now for causing that reaction.

And when his warm, fond gaze met yours once he was done laughing, you found yourself unable to suppress the soft, genuine smile that curled across your lips before you glanced away and continued to enjoy your breakfast.

Here–happy and safe–with Steve.

🥹 I love them with my hole whole heart.

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firefly-in-darkness · 1 month ago

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🤣🤣 I loved this!! Their chemistry and banter brought me so much joy 😍😍

What an absolute hero for defending her from such a menacing creature 😏🤣

Love Bug

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Mob Au)

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: You and your very busy husband are on a rare weekend getaway to your beach house when an unexpected house guest causes some trouble.

Author’s Note: this is for Missy’s @saiyanprincessswanie writing challenge! I did a Mob AU and used the prompt, “I would move mountains for you.” Thank you so much for hosting Missy! Love and hugs my friend🩷 The Mob AU part is subtle but hopefully you’ll feel it! Also, I personally hate these fuckers and if you’re interested to see what they look like, click here. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always!❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy🥰

Warnings: soft fluff, fun, laughs, a scary bug, Bucky being sweet and cute, it’s mostly silly and domestic

PS this idea came about because I wrote THIS for Joel Miller the other day and I thought Bucky would be fun too! 🩷

You open your eyes and stare at the outstretched hand resting on your pillow. The simple gold band circling his left ring finger catches the light from the rising sun and it rivals the way the gold streaks along his metal arm shine and sparkle.

You reach up and place your hand in his and the firm bicep beneath your cheek flexes at your touch. He shifts behind you, tightening the arm at your waist and pressing the hardness between his legs against your back.

You really need to pee.

The steady in and out of his breathing warms the nape of your neck, every inch of his contoured chest rising and falling against your back, legs tangled together. It’s the most comfortable spot in the known Universe.

You still really need to pee.

But he rarely gets to sleep in, and you’re torn between the urge to close your eyes against the discomfort and trying to sneak off to the bathroom.

Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, you make the painful decision to disentangle yourself from your husband and slide out of bed, releasing a breath when he grumbles in his throat. You grab his discarded button down from the floor and slide it over your shoulders.

He rolls over in a bare-chested sprawl and goes back to breathing evenly, the sheet tented where it rests between his legs.

It takes everything in you to leave the bed, but you manage to slip away and into your en-suite bathroom. The large windows by the bath frame a view of the ocean, letting in the thick rays of the sun and highlighting the beauty of the marble flooring.

You’re momentarily distracted by the view so when you walk toward the toilet at first you don’t notice the large insect sitting just below it.

Right as you step onto the rug it moves and you catch sight of it out of the corner of your eye, letting out a high-pitched scream that would wake the neighbors if they were any closer than a mile away.

Bucky is out of bed and in the bathroom before you can even call his name, sheets tangled in his legs, hair wild and mussed from both your hands last night and the sleep that followed and a large knife in his hand.

“Doll?” he croaks out, staring at you wide eyed, body poised and ready to fight.

“It’s…,” you start, backing away slowly toward your husband. “Buck it’s one of those things. With the legs. Hairy looking.”

He’s quiet for a moment, his heart starting to return to a normal beat and his head clearing, but he doesn’t lower the knife.

There’s silence other than the sound of his breathing and you squeeze yourself behind him, hanging on to his forearms with a death grip.

Finally, he lowers the knife and exhales.

“Hairy legs?” he asks as he runs a hand through his hair.

“It’s by the toilet!” you whisper.

“I don’t see anything!” he says, squinting now.

“See, right there!” you point, still safely tucked behind him.

“Whe…? Oh yeah. I see him.”

It moves again and you let out a squeal of terror, pressing yourself closer to him.

“Get it Buck!!! Get ittttt!” you whine.

Your eyes are squeezed shut and your face is hidden against his back so when he starts to laugh you feel his body shake.

“THIS IS SO NOT FUNNY!” you hiss.

“I’m sorry doll face,” he says, turning to you. “But I ran in here thinking I’d have to kill someone.”

“Don’t take your eyes off it! We could lose it and then it’ll be living in here forever and get even bigger and and…”

His nose scrunches up and his eyes crinkle at the corners, more laughter erupting from his chest.

When he finally calms down he gives you a sympathetic look. “It’s ok baby doll. I’ll handle it but you’re gonna have to let go.”

You blink several times, expression blank. You look down at your fingers that are digging into his skin.

“Oh! Right, but…”

You peek around him to see if the centipede is still there…and he is, staring at you menacingly.

“I can’t let go. What if it comes over here. I hate the way they move.”

“Then you’ll have to come with me,” he says carefully.

You shake your head no.

“Baby doll.”

“We have to move. You can just buy us a new beach house!”

“Sure, I can,” he says with a sideways smile. “But you love this house.”

You sigh in defeat and cling to him harder.

“I have an idea,” he says softly as he scoops you into his arms and skirts the wall until he reaches the tub.

He sets you down inside it, the high sides and four brass feet keeping you safely off the ground and away from the centipede.

“There,” he says.

You give him a small smile and watch as he searches the bathroom, his eyes lighting up when they land on the small hand towel neatly folded and hanging by the sink.

“YOU CAN’T KILL IT BUCK!” you screech.

He pins you with an incredulous look.

“What did you expect me to do doll?”

“I don’t know but if you squish it then I’ll never be able to use that toilet again.”

You cover your eyes with your hands but separate two fingers to peek through.

His hand falls to his side as he surveys the bathroom again, then, as if suddenly remembering he has a knife, he lifts it and starts to stalk toward the toilet.

“OH MY GOD Bucky, you can’t stab it!”

“I can stab anything,” he says quietly, his voice deadly.

“But I don’t want you to kill it,” you reply in an equally quiet but much softer tone.

He stops moving and turns toward you slowly, exasperation in his expression but when your bottom lip sticks out in a pout he softens and relents.

“Then what should I use?” he asks.

The both of you look around and then your eyes land on the stack of cups near the sink and they brighten.

“Cups Buck!”

He smiles and gets one and with calculated and careful steps, he approaches the centipede.

You duck lower into the tub and make squeaky noises every time you see the insect twitch.

“Be careful Bucky!” you whisper shout.

“Shhh,” he says softly, the muscles in his bare back tense with his cautious movements.

When he’s close enough he slowly lowers the cup over the centipede, letting out a loud exhale when it appears he has it trapped.

“Now what?” you ask.

He stands and shrugs.

“I didn’t think that far ahead.”

You slowly rise from the tub and move closer to him. “Can we just leave it there?”

“It will definitely die.”

“Oh.”

“I could just step on the cup?”

You grab his hand, holding it tightly and shaking your head. “No. I don’t want to hurt it I just want it to live somewhere else, far away.”

“We can slide something under the cup.”

“Good idea,” you agree.

“Get me a magazine doll. That should work.”

You run back into the bedroom and grab one, returning with it to your safe spot behind Bucky.

He bends down and carefully slides the magazine under the cup.

“You’re butt looks really good,” you say with a giggle.

“Good to know you’re ogling my ass during this life-or-death situation doll face.”

“It’s just a centipede Buck.”

He’s on you before you can react, caging you against the sink with his arms.

“Just…a centipede? Says the one who screamed bloody murder ten minutes ago and had to hide in the tub.”

“I was just trying to pee! It could have attacked me at my most vulnerable time.”

He tries to hold back his laughter, but the corners of his mouth turn up and he drops his head into your neck.

“You’re going to put it outside right?” you ask as your fingers smooth up and down his back. “Like all the way across the street? Maybe the next town over?”

When his eyes meet yours they still sparkle with mirth and he cups your cheek, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone.

“Of course I will.”

“Thank you.”

“I would move mountains for you doll.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too Buck.”

He kisses you softly, his lips lingering before moving to the corner of your mouth and then along your jaw to meet the shell of your ear.

You shiver in his arms.

“I’m gonna take care of his little fucker,” he murmurs. “And while I do that I want you to get naked and get back in bed.”

Without and answer you squeeze out of his hold and rush back toward the bedroom, squealing when his left-hand whips out and smacks your ass.

You can’t wait to get back into bed but not before making a stop at one of the other four bathrooms down the hall (hopefully bug free!).

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